I've been going to Infinite Art for some time now, getting the silliest tattoos known to man. Way back when though, I could remember when I was a misguided up and comming youth in the mean streets of ... Read More
I've been going to Infinite Art for some time now, getting the silliest tattoos known to man. Way back when though, I could remember when I was a misguided up and comming youth in the mean streets of Toledo, drifting from one dice game to the next, searching for answers. One day, one man, nay, one great, sexy, made out of sugar man scooped me off the streets pushed me against at wall, looked me in the eyes and said, "Believe." Then this mystery man began to kiss me deep, I thought I was going to melt. But then, the man vanished, and I vowed to devote my life to finding this man and making him mine. I was also fearful or him being made out of sugar, it was going to rain soon and I didn't want him to melt. After ravaging the town, breaking windows, kicking in doors, I got a break int he case when a drifter from Seoul told me of a candy man who mongers the most delightful tattoos at Infinite Art. I got on my mountain bike as soon as I could and through myself through the 17 front doors of the shop, and there he was. We immediately locked eyes, and at the same time we both softly said, "Believe." Who is this man you ask? Don't be stupid, it's none other than the Arnold Palmer guzzling, lots of pizza eating, girlfriend having, air breathing Mr. Duane Sillylastname. Read Less